| Vattagetaibe | Дата: Среда, 22.05.2013, 03:17 | Сообщение # 1 |
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Статус:  | Delia Huerc's apartment had seemed simple.It had been reoccupied since her death, so he'd had to wait until the current owner — a Khajiit rug-seller named Lwef-Dim — was gone.It was an old place, full of shadows, once-weres, and might-have-beens, and so opening his spectral eyes was easy enough.And there she was, a slip of a ghost, still waiting.Ghosts usually moved on, except in locations with the power to hold them and feed them, but this place had given him hope — and it hadn't disappointed.But then he saw that it wasn't Delia.It wasn't even a ghost.It was something left to deal with the likes of him.It contorted in his overvision, a chimera that refused to settle on a shape, then bloomed fully into Mundus, the world, and brought harm to him.He failed to dodge its blow, but whatever hit him still wasn't actually matter; it was worse, traveling though his arm, through every layer of muscle, every vessel of blood, the bone and spongy marrow, leaving detailed and unbelievable agony behind.
http://genqueholi.webs.com/muktiyuddhe-noyakhali.htm - Book Muktiyuddhe Noyakhalihttp://routetuber.webs.com/sesha-bikelera-brshti.htm - Book Sesha Bikelera Brshti
At first he thought the arm was actually off, but then he saw it was still there, a mass of spasming muscle.He tumbled away without thinking and drew the blade from his belt as reflexively, his training working well below the level of thought.
http://feipersleamul.webs.com/ekattarera-badhyabhumi-o-ganakabara.htm - Book Ekattarera Badhyabhumi O Ganakabarahttp://srivemerdol.webs.com/bhalabasa-pritilata.htm - Book Bhalabasa Pritilata
The thing came for him and he cut at it with the translucent weapon.The apparition shivered and made a sound he hardly heard, so high-pitched was it, but the windows of the apartment shattered.So it didn't like the blade, which was good.He'd brought it in case he had to fend off a ghost, and luckily whatever this was, it was at least offended by the consecrations bound into its crystalline metal.But he wasn't sure if he'd actually hurt it, so he backed away, trying to focus on it, to forget the feeling of death eating at his arm and understand what he was facing.
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Delia Huerc's apartment had seemed simple.It had been reoccupied since her death, so he'd had to wait until the current owner — a Khajiit rug-seller named Lwef-Dim — was gone.It was an old place, full of shadows, once-weres, and might-have-beens, and so opening his spectral eyes was easy enough.And there she was, a slip of a ghost, still waiting.Ghosts usually moved on, except in locations with the power to hold them and feed them, but this place had given him hope — and it hadn't disappointed.But then he saw that it wasn't Delia.It wasn't even a ghost.It was something left to deal with the likes of him.It contorted in his overvision, a chimera that refused to settle on a shape, then bloomed fully into Mundus, the world, and brought harm to him.He failed to dodge its blow, but whatever hit him still wasn't actually matter; it was worse, traveling though his arm, through every layer of muscle, every vessel of blood, the bone and spongy marrow, leaving detailed and unbelievable agony behind.
http://genqueholi.webs.com/muktiyuddhe-noyakhali.htm - Book Muktiyuddhe Noyakhalihttp://routetuber.webs.com/sesha-bikelera-brshti.htm - Book Sesha Bikelera Brshti
At first he thought the arm was actually off, but then he saw it was still there, a mass of spasming muscle.He tumbled away without thinking and drew the blade from his belt as reflexively, his training working well below the level of thought.
http://feipersleamul.webs.com/ekattarera-badhyabhumi-o-ganakabara.htm - Book Ekattarera Badhyabhumi O Ganakabarahttp://srivemerdol.webs.com/bhalabasa-pritilata.htm - Book Bhalabasa Pritilata
The thing came for him and he cut at it with the translucent weapon.The apparition shivered and made a sound he hardly heard, so high-pitched was it, but the windows of the apartment shattered.So it didn't like the blade, which was good.He'd brought it in case he had to fend off a ghost, and luckily whatever this was, it was at least offended by the consecrations bound into its crystalline metal.But he wasn't sure if he'd actually hurt it, so he backed away, trying to focus on it, to forget the feeling of death eating at his arm and understand what he was facing.
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